I FEEL YOU LISTENING

Prudence Dispatch, Issue 1, 2025

1.

In the spirals that are the fog,

silhouette Indians in canoes

stir smooth circles

which reach the shore rising,

arriving as long rolling riddles

written to no one in particular.

2.

Angels dance to an angel chant

hushed within you,

and despite years and years

of coming of age again and again,

I feel you listening,

bright-eyed.